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Detroit: Become Human: Philosophical Zombies
Title: Philosophical Zombies
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human
Characters/Pairing: Connor, Elijah Kamski, Chloe
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dubious treatment of possibly sentient androids
Summary: Kamski runs some tests on the newly awakened Connor android.
Notes: Imagine a version of someone you know, but they don't have any conscious experiences (qualia). They're exactly the same in every other way, behave the same, respond the same, physically the same, but they don't actually experience the world. No thoughts, no feelings, no sensations. That's a philosophical zombie. The idea is to show that the mental is irreducible to the physical. So basically this fic is about that age-old question: can a robot be conscious?
“Look in that mirror. What do you see?”
A silver-framed mirror hung above the fireplace. Connor obeyed the command, standing up to examine itself with something like curiosity. It lifted a hand and smoothed back a stray lock of hair. “I see my reflection. So that’s what I look like.”
It knew, in some sense, what it looked like from the second it had woken up. That information was stored in its systems, enabling it to identify itself. But it had never seen its own face before.
Somehow that was different.
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Fandom: Detroit: Become Human
Characters/Pairing: Connor, Elijah Kamski, Chloe
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dubious treatment of possibly sentient androids
Summary: Kamski runs some tests on the newly awakened Connor android.
Notes: Imagine a version of someone you know, but they don't have any conscious experiences (qualia). They're exactly the same in every other way, behave the same, respond the same, physically the same, but they don't actually experience the world. No thoughts, no feelings, no sensations. That's a philosophical zombie. The idea is to show that the mental is irreducible to the physical. So basically this fic is about that age-old question: can a robot be conscious?
“Look in that mirror. What do you see?”
A silver-framed mirror hung above the fireplace. Connor obeyed the command, standing up to examine itself with something like curiosity. It lifted a hand and smoothed back a stray lock of hair. “I see my reflection. So that’s what I look like.”
It knew, in some sense, what it looked like from the second it had woken up. That information was stored in its systems, enabling it to identify itself. But it had never seen its own face before.
Somehow that was different.
Read more